STELLA
I barely slept last night.
Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw that screen, that message, the numbers. ‘Dead or alive’.
It didn't matter how many blankets I pulled around myself, or how much I squeezed my eyes shut, I still saw it. And the same chill ran down my spine.
I still haven't told Papa, Vivian or Marina about it,
I wonder if Papa already knows about it, and chooses to not care. Could be.
I have to get my s**t together before Marina or Vivian notices my twitchiness and asks me what the problem is.
If it weren’t for the bounty hanging over my head, etiquette training might have just been a minor inconvenience, like a pop quiz in a subject you didn’t sign up for.
It does anger me, and I don't see any reason why I should do it, but I really can't bring myself to be a
